Be My Reflection
Your image is in the glass in my soul, where your face moves
Through mine. The brim fills in love and pours over time.
The mirror with who I am is binding—and cannot contain
Your light. It shatters the window image of home.
Losing your heart, I’m alone.
On hands and knees I feel the glass—for your
Life to my soul. From millions of scraps of me,
I’m cut through more deep, and
Bled my blood, strained in jar, that you feel it.
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